by Cairo
Sabina frowned. “Why? You writing a thesis?”
Heaven laughed. “Maybe. Right now I’m collecting information.”
“Well, I want my cut,” Sabina stated, her face set in a serious stare.
Heaven grinned. “But of course. Now talk, dammit.”
Sabina tapped her chin thoughtfully; her greenish-blue eyes rolling upward like Pacific waves, then washing over Heaven. “Are we talking female COs, too?”
Heaven nodded. “Yeah, them nasty heifers, too.”
“Hmm. Maybe like three officers might be tryna get her lick on.”
“Oh, okay, like who?”
“Oh, that’s a no-brainer. Definitely Clemmons. She loves tryna feel titties on the sly anytime she working visits, or out in the hallways.”
Heaven grimaced. “Freak-ass.”
“Yeah. And Banks too. She’s like the shower stalker. Both them bitches nasty.”
Heaven shuddered. “Now how many male COs you think.”
“Probably like six, maybe seven. But I heard one of the teachers, Mister Gary, been fucking this girl over on One South. He’s ugly as shit, though. And he looks like he gotta little pink dick. So, scratch him off the list. He doesn’t count.”
“And what if he has a big pink dick; will he count then?”
She frowned. “Barf. Hell no. Not dark enough.”
Heaven chuckled, shaking her head. “You a mess, girl. What about Flores?”
Sabina made a face. “Umm. I don’t know. I’ve never heard anything about him fucking with inmates.” Hmm. Interesting. “He’s too light, anyway . . .”
But he has a long, thick dick.
Sabina licked her lips. “Ooh, but I wish Sergeant Braddock fucked around. I would—”
“Bitch, I’d cut you over him,” Heaven susurrated, cutting her off.
“Girl, fuck that. There’s enough of him to share. We can both fuck him. I love staring in his crotch when he does his tours. I’d love to straddle his face reverse cowgirl and watch you give him head. Maybe we could kiss and swap his cum.”
Heaven laughed. “Ohmygod.” She shook her head. “Silly. And nasty as hell.”
Sabina raised a brow. “Yup. But I’m serious.” She scrunched up her nose. “Ugh. Alvins. You can put that nasty fuck on the list, too.”
“No surprise,” Heaven shared. “He pulled his dick out in front of me one night; actually a few times when I was down in lockup.”
“Ewww. What did it look like?”
Heaven groaned. “God, I hate to admit it. That fat fucker’s dick had the nerve to be worthy of a ride with the lights out and a plastic bag wrapped around his face . . .”
Sabina laughed. “And from the back. Don’t forget that part.”
“Ugh. Doesn’t he remind you of Rasputia?”
Sabina snorted with laughter. “Ohmygod. Yes, yes!”
“Would you fuck him?” Heaven asked.
Sabina ran her tongue over her teeth, then narrowed her eyes. “So it was long and fat?”
Heaven slowly nodded her head. “Very.”
Sabina twirled a lock of hair around her finger. “Then yes. After I’m drunk.”
They cracked up. Then for the next hour, Heaven listened intently to Sabina as she jabbered on about who was fucking whom.
FORTY-EIGHT
Chasing Pavements . . .
“Mm, just look at him,” Sabina said, shoulder bumping Heaven as the two women stood on the tier leaning over the railing watching everyone down in the day space. “God, he is so fine,” she commented.
Heaven swept her gaze over in the direction of Sabina’s. She narrowed her eyes, zooming in closer. And there stood a tall, muscular man with coal-black hair he wore short and stylishly spiky on top—with a bad-boy air about him.
“Who is that?” Heaven asked curiously.
“That’s Mister Panty-Wetter right there,” she answered on a laugh. “Doesn’t he remind you of that actor Channing Tatum, minus the dark hair?”
Heaven looked harder. He definitely did favor the sexy actor. “Yeah, but who is he?” she asked again.
“Officer Swanson. Mmm. I’d fuck him.”
Heaven snorted. “Ho, you don’t fuck white men, remember? Or has that little horny snatch of yours forgotten that fact?”
Sabina waved her on. “Girl, for that. I’d make an exception. I think my kitty would forgive me.”
Heaven shook her head. “Girl, your ass is out of control.”
Sabina kept her gaze on him. “Would you fuck him?”
She pondered the question, then shrugged. “Depends?”
“On?” Sabina shifted her body toward her.
She’d never been with a white man, but she could appreciate any man who exuded lots of sex appeal and swag. And for a white man, he did exactly that. And, from where she stood—looking down on him, he was damn sexy.
“On how pink it was . . . down there. And if he was circumcised or not.”
Sabina made a face. “Eww at the visual; pink dick, no thank you. But, um, a dick with lots of skin—mmm, yes . . . yummy—I love nibbling on it; sticking my tongue in between the skin, then licking the head.”
Heaven stared blankly at her. Then clutched her stomach, feigning illness. “Oh, God, I think I just threw up in the back of my mouth a little bit. That is so nasty.”
Sabina rolled her eyes. “Don’t knock it, hon, until you try it. A big, meaty dick with lots of skin is a real tasty treat.”
Heaven glanced over at the CO again, then back to Sabina. “I’ll pass.”
“But would you pass on that sexy one right there?” Sabina asked as another CO walked onto the housing unit.
Heaven’s pulse kicked up.
“I’d fuck him in a heartbeat,” Sabina stage-whispered. “God, he’s so damn fine.”
Officer Rawlings looked around the unit, then up at the third tier—if he spotted her, he didn’t let on, and Heaven pretended not to notice him, either.
Sabina licked her lips. “You can have Mister Panty-Wetter. I’ll take Rawlings. He’s the catch of all catches.”
Heaven felt her jaw clench. This bitch had better back up off him, she thought as she gave her the side-eye. “And why is that?”
Sabina grinned. “Girl, I thought you knew. He’s the warden’s son.”
Heaven blinked. “Say whaaaat? Rewind. He’s—”
“He’s all kinds of sexy,” Clitina chimed in as she walked up to the two of them. “I’d give ’em both some of this good hoodie-hoodie.”
Sabina and Heaven stared in question.
Clitina huffed. “Damn, y’all. Top them off. Geesh. You bitches cray-cray. Suck they dingalings like they were two jumbo scrimps dipped in warm butter sauce.”
Sabina stared at her in disgust.
Clitina caught how she was looking at her and frowned. “Cracker-bitch, don’t be starin’ at me like that. You a dick-suckin’ ass yourself, so don’t judge me, bitch.”
Sabina stepped from the railing. “Bitch, you don’t know me. So go take your dirty-ass on before I show you what this cracker-bitch can do.”
“What—?”
Heaven quickly jumped in between the two women before punches were thrown. “Sabina, girl. Don’t trip.” She then eyed Clitina. “Don’t do it. Both you bitches play nice.”
Clitina huffed. “Miss Heaven. I ain’t gotta play nice with her wannabe-black-actin’-ass. Fuck her.”
“No bitch,” Sabina snapped. “Fuck you. And it’s shrimp, dumb bitch. Not—”
Whap!
Clitina’s fist reached over Heaven and knocked Sabina in her jaw. Heaven quickly got out of the way and let them fight. She knew once blows were thrown, she’d have to let them bang it out and let the COs handle it.
She wasn’t trying to break a nail today. But she wanted to get back to Rawlings and this news that all the while she’d been fucking the warden’s son. Oh, God, how delicious this—
“You fucking ugly, dirty black bitch!” Sabina yelled, swinging her
fists.
“What you call me?” Whap! Whap! Whap! “You call me a black bitch, huh?”
Whap!
“Cracker-bitch! Let me show you how ugly this black bitch can get. . . .”
Clitina wrapped her hands in Sabina’s hair and swung her down to the concrete floor and stomped her in her head, then dragged her by her hair down the tier.
Heaven cringed, feeling terrible at how badly her cellmate was getting dragged. But she kept spewing out black bitch, this black bitch that. Heaven sighed. She had to step back and let her cellmate get her ass beat on just that alone.
• • •
“That’s the warden’s son . . .”
Heaven couldn’t believe it. A part of her didn’t want to believe it.
“Lewis,” Sergeant Braddock called out as he approached her cell. “Pack your shit. You’re moving.”
“Moving?” she asked, surprised. “Where?”
“Two North,” he stated.
She frowned. “But why? I didn’t ask to be . . .”
Oh shit, oh shit.
“And if I wanna fuck?”
“Then you’re going to need to get me on a housing unit where I can maneuver more freely.”
Pieces of her conversation with Officer Flores replayed in her mind. She couldn’t believe he’d actually taken her serious. This was his doing. It had to be. No one else would have reason to move her to another—
Wait. Wait. Wait.
“What about my cellie? When is she coming back from lockup?”
The sergeant gave her a look, trying not to stare at her dark nipples peeking through her white T-shirt.
“Beats me. Depends on what happens at her hearing.”
“But her stuff?”
“We’ll handle it. Now get packed.”
Her heart sank. She’d gotten comfortable over here. Her and Sabina had a nice flow and setup. But the dumb bitch had to fuck it up fighting with that Clitina’s trifling ass.
Heaven scowled. “Are you sure there isn’t anything you can do so I don’t have to be moved?” She looked up at him all flirty with her sweet mouth puckered into a pout, and the sergeant nearly came on himself.
“I could,” he admitted, wiping his imaginary sweat from his forehead. “But, I think Two North is where you’d want to be.”
Her brow rose. “Why?”
“Single cells,” is all he said, then stepped away from her cell.
FORTY-NINE
Love In the Dark . . .
Mm, yes. Heaven’s cunt was so wet, so hot and horny and needy as she found herself down on her knees under a long desk in the control center of her housing unit—alternately sucking the dicks of two corrections officers (one Hispanic, the other black) while they sat back in their chairs sharing in the pleasure of her warm mouth while the rest of the inmates in her unit remained locked in their cells, asleep.
She’d been on 2 North for almost two months, and had somehow managed to snare two of the third-shift COs into her sultry web without much effort. They’d actually roguishly pursued her. Making lewd comments about her phat-ass, her plump tits, and her beautiful made-for-dick-sucking lips out of earshot of others.
Both had made their intentions, their wants, known. And so had she.
“You want pussy, you want head . . . then it’s going to cost you . . .”
And she meant that.
Still, what she hadn’t known was, the two COs had been lusting over her, slyly vying for her attention, from the moment she’d stepped on the grounds of the prison over a year ago.
They’d watched her from afar, zooming cameras in on her every chance they got. Then during her first stint down in lockup, they’d heard the rumors of how freaky she was. How she got off on flashing officers her sweet pussy whenever they’d come to her door during their shift tours.
Fuck if Officers Martinez and Corbet didn’t want their nights with the sexy vixen before other motherfuckers got to her first, and she became another one of Croydon Hill’s used-up hoes.
So far, they hadn’t caught wind of anyone fucking her—yet. And now she was all theirs for the having—and the taking.
Her move to 2 North had been a dream come true for the two unscrupulous cohorts. They both were as dirty as they came as far as COs went; known for fucking willing—and most times coerced—inmates into either sucking them off, or taking turns sneaking into an inmate’s cell and fucking her.
But Heaven didn’t care about any of that. All she cared about was, her payment—in money, in commissary, in contraband, in extra privileges—nothing more, nothing less.
She had a cell full of commissary. And between the prison 7-Eleven she ran and her rent-to-use dildo service, she was doing very well for herself. She’d even been able to add four new items to her sex toy inventory—thanks to Officer Rawlings.
Unfortunately, she hadn’t been able to see him as much since the move, but he kept minutes on her phone and they spoke whenever possible. Most recently, she’d started sending him nude videos of her in her cell fucking herself with the dildo molded from his cock that he’d given her. And it happened to be the only dildo she used (and didn’t rent out).
Tonight she’d gotten a hundred dollars and cable zip ties from Corbet—under the pretense that she wanted him to fulfill her fantasy of being secured to her bunk, her wrists and ankles tethered tightly, edging toward painful, yet, dangling on the edge of sadistic pleasure.
That’s what she’d told him.
And Martinez, he’d managed to bring her two pints of Hennessy and six Carolina Reapers—a bright red pepper with a scorpion tail that was a cross between a Pakistani Naga and a red Habanero that was bred in South Carolina.
The Hennessy was for her wild child friend Clitina, who had finally gotten her wish and had been sent to 4 East after she’d finished her fifteen days in solitary for fighting Sabina.
And as far as the six bright red peppers that had a sweet fruity flavor and enough demon heat to burn out an asshole. Well, she knew exactly whose asshole she had in mind to use them on.
Clemmons’.
The warden hadn’t transferred her as she’d asked her to, so Heaven decided to deal with her roguish-ass her way. She planned on making a paste with the peppers, and then . . . well—by the time Heaven finished with Clemmons, her clit and cunt and the inner part of her walls would be enflamed.
She smiled over Corbet’s cock, sweet anticipation blooming in the center of her cunt. “Aah, yeah, freaky bitch,” he groaned, his lusty stare locked down in his lap as she licked over the head of his dick. He was uncircumcised—a first for her. But she was glad the foreskin slid all the way back.
She had yet to see it in a flaccid state, which was fine for her. All she had to do was breathe on the horny fuck and his dick hardened, its skin stretched back like a tight tarp over his shaft.
“Mm,” she moaned in response, her head bobbing back and forth from one dick to the other. Both were thick and long. And heavy. And ribbed with veins. Mm—God, yes, yes, yes . . . Lots and lots of winding veins along the top of their shafts that she trailed with her tongue, leaving wet streaks up and down the length of them.
Martinez’s cockhead was shaped like a large stuffed mushroom. And leaked lots of precum that tasted sweet and salty, like a PayDay candy bar. Corbet’s dickhead, on the other hand, was a giant, plum-shaped head . . .
“Yeah, that’s right, you slutty lil’ cunt,” Martinez hissed. “Suck that fat black cock.” She swirled her tongue over Corbet’s piss slit, then shifted her head and slid her tongue over Martinez’s as she stroked them both in each hand.
“Fuck, yeah, baby . . . nasty bitch,” Corbet murmured on a groan.
She sucked and popped, sucked and popped, each dick in and out of her mouth, swirling her tongue over their piss slits, collecting the sticky treat that endlessly drizzled out.
God, she hated these crude, disrespectful bastards, especially Corbet’s misogynist ass. But she loved sucking their tasty dicks. And loved whe
n they talked dirty. When they called her slutty names and treated her like a dirty cum-whore—only when she was down on her knees. Upright, she had a problem with it.
It heightened her mental foreplay, skyrocketed her arousal. And made her wet—oh so, very, very . . . wet.
Tonight she felt sluttier than she’d ever felt, and she wanted to be fucked as such. She wanted them both to fuck her raw and deep, taking turns fucking her deep in her pussy until it burned and she screamed and begged. She wanted them fucking her in her ass, pumping into the loose heat, stretching it out like the Lincoln Tunnel, her asshole fucked open wide enough for a small fist—or double-dick fucking.
Yes, God, yes . . . she wanted it dirty. She wanted, needed, her pussy licked from slit to clit, her ass tongued, and to be fucked from the back on all fours with both of her arms pulled back like horse reins. She wanted it rough. She wanted her hair pulled and her ass spanked, hard, until it reddened and bruised . . .
Sadly, none of that would happen. The grimy fuckers only wanted head with lots of spit tonight. She groaned over Martinez’s cock—in frustration, in hunger, in greedy need—as her hand slid up and down Corbet’s shaft while she sucked and sucked Martinez; his thick, throbbing cock, pulsing in her mouth.
Martinez grunted. “Ah, sí, sí . . . oh Dios . . . fuck . . .”
Heaven’s pussy clenched. Her sweet, musky scent billowed out from beneath the desk, engulfing the room.
“Damn, bitch,” Officer Corbet said, his dick pulsing in agitation that this fucking whore was spending more time on his partner’s dick than his. “Get that greedy little mouth over here on my dick, too.”
Heaven gave him the side-eye; her focus solely on making Martinez’s toes curl in his boots as her mouth brought him to the edge of ecstasy. Then pushed him over.
She’d take care of him next.
“Fuck, fuck . . . sí, sí . . .”
Martinez howled low in his throat as Heaven sucked and sucked, his toes curling as a gusher of cum burst out his slit, splattering the back of her throat. He ground his hips, then gripped the arms on either side of his chair as his hips rose and his body shook.
Then he whispered, stroking the side of her face, “Quiero lamer tu coño, mi dulce puta cachonda . . .” (I want to lick your cunt, my sweet, nasty whore.)